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200. Temporary Friend


“Nerves,” said an Elder, “that’s his problem.” Guest Man stayed opposite our bungalow. My friends and I would climb the old mango tree and try to peer in through the single window. I fell over, landing on the thick grass.


“I’m sorry, I was plucking mangoes...”

“No you weren’t,” he smiled. I noticed his hands were trembling like a leaf in the breeze.

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